The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. " "Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her? The Dawn Pearl!" McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively. " "Surest thing you know. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. He leaned towards her, laid his hand tenderly upon hers. For nothing will ever convince me that it is not the man’s share in life to shield, to protect, to lead and toil and watch and battle with the world at large. There is no future for me here.
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